We’re in Orlando, and our flight has been delayed. I think. There’s no one at the gate, and the departure screen only says “delayed.” According to Rockford’s very resourceful mom, the flight is now scheduled to take off at 9:30. We were supposed to take off at 7:25. That’s a whole lot of delay. And 9:30 is past Poppy’s bedtime. Oh boy.

The flight from Charlotte to Orlando was uneventful, which was a nice change after Poppy threw up on the way to the airport. We had to stop at a gas station to clean up Poppy and the now-stinky car seat. If she had to throw up, though, I’m glad she did it before we got on the plane.

In too few hours, we’ll be en route to Holland. I’m a little excited and a little scared. Mostly, or at least firstly, I just want to get the flight over with. Poppy hasn’t been sleeping well for the last several nights, and I’m a little worried about how she’ll sleep on the plane.

We haven’t finished packing.

I haven’t gotten all of the hugs I need.

I’m not sure I’m ready for this.

But I have to be. Because we leave the ground at 4:10.

Your prayers would be appreciated.